Mummy's little boy.


Help someone's took my colouring books,
It really feels quite strange.
The only thing I know,
Someone is to blame.

They didn't take my other things,
They moved them of the the floor.
they tried to hide them away,
By putting them in a draw.

They didn't take my crayons,
Or even my paint brush.
I think that they must have been,
In a dreadful rush.

I think the little people,
Who sometimes comes to stay.
Must have seen my colouring books,
Then spirited them away.

Daddy said you silly boy,
It wasn't goblins or elves.
mummy tidied up your room,
Then put your books,
Back upon the shelf.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-09-12 at 07:50

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